The doctor had already directly told him last night about Ning Wan's miscarriage, which suddenly made him feel like an envied beast trapped in a cage, surrounded by dense thorns. Every slight movement would directly drive the sharp thorns into his own skin, causing an intense pain to radiate throughout his body, leaving him nowhere to hide, with no escape possible.
As if sensing something, the warmth from the palm of his hand slowly calmed Ning Wan down again, gradually sending her back into a quiet sleep.
Xi Mohan stared at her pale, bloodless face, the intense pain in his heart surged again, but he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth into a cold, self-mocking smile.
Regarding his feelings for Ning Wan, he had always been very clear about what he felt for her; otherwise, he wouldn't repeatedly possess her, even going to lengths to keep her by his side at all costs – even if it meant going to hell himself, he wanted to drag her along with him.
